her head

the artist will grow

his muses’ images into

her painted head

seen thru’ all his personal


felt thru’ the tiniest touches

of his fingertips

touching the points on his


where her fingers once

had touched.

she talked of palimpsest


the artist had once encountered

in the south of africa

viewing rock-art of the san


out of the smoke and twilight

of an evening

setting her image took shape

to the flickers of a log fire

since then this image will

haunt the artist.



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